The last of the Cavaliers [by R. Piddington].

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R. Bentley, 1859
 

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Strana 277 - No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever.
Strana 56 - Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, Ere I own an usurper, I'll couch with the fox ; And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee ; You have not seen the last of my bonnet and me...
Strana 110 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Strana 179 - And onely thinke on that before them set. Ne from thenceforth doth any fleshly sense, Or idle thought of earthly things...
Strana 22 - I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world.
Strana 218 - Early in years, and yet more infantine In figure, she had something of sublime In eyes which sadly shone, as seraphs' shine. All youth — but with an aspect beyond time; Radiant and grave — as pitying man's decline ; Mournful — but mournful of another's crime, She look'd as if she sat by Eden's door, And grieved for those who could return no more.
Strana 239 - See— oh, never more, my comrades, Shall we see that falcon eye Redden with its inward lightning, As the hour of fight drew nigh! Never shall we hear the voice that, Clearer than the trumpet's call, Bade us strike for king and country, Bade us win the field, or fall!
Strana 252 - Ben se' crudel, se tu già non ti duoli, pensando ciò ch'al mio cor s'annunziava; e se non piangi, di che pianger suoli? Quando siamo presi da passione, vorremmo che tutti partecipassero al nostro dolore, e ci fa male la vista delle persone indifferenti. Una madre del popolo che teme ucciso il figliuolo, va correndo per le vie forsennata chiedendo alla gente: l'avete veduto? quasi tutti sapessero di chi parli o di che...
Strana 163 - Elle n'attendait pas un second avenir : Elle ne languit pas de doute en esperance, Et ne disputa pas sa vie a la souffrance ; Elle but d'un seul trait le vase de douleur ; Dans sa premiere larme elle noya son...

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